Identity...

The fragments of me are falling apart
I find I'm no longer whole
And suddenly it seems I'm struggling
I'm starting to lose control

Oh crisis! Where did you come from?
Please be gentle with me
When waging wars on my soul
Be a just adversary


Allow me time to mourn
The pieces you have slain
And time to stengthen and renew
The pieces which remain

I'll rage against
The bleak and murky nights
And sheild my mind as best I can
From the doubts which you ignite

But allow me time
To re-arrange the shards
Of my shattered self

I Hate It...

I walked into the room
Mentally prepared
Invisible walls I erected,
When I knew you’d be there

I hate your voice.
I hate it.
It’s the only one I hear.

And I hate your eyes
I hate them.
They always seem so sincere.

I try so hard to avoid you
But drift closer to where you stand.
Longing to punch you in the mouth,
And fighting the urge to hold your hand.

I hate you so well
That nobody here knows...
Nobody, but you.

And I hate it.

The Stranger, My Muse...

I stumbled across him, somehow
In the midst of the mindless masses


I took his hand and
We walked
And I felt real again.


We talked about everything,
And nothing.


Without noticing,
He restored the pieces of me
Which I thought I’d lost



And then he was gone.